Best Raise Up Poems
Don't hate her because she's beautiful
Or envy that she's hot
She is all about appearances
It consumes her every thought
Try to look a little closer
Past the makeup and the hair
Beauty has little value
If a person doesn't care
Looks are her priorities
She doesn't work on what's inside
People tell her she's beautiful
She gorges on her pride
She's an emotional anorexic
Soul food she refuses to eat
Her behavior reinforced
When people fall at her feet
She craves the admiration
The attention she receives
Pretty is her curse
In the end it's her disease
She becomes a caricature
Her illusion to maintain
Fighting the mirror and time
Over and over again
I appreciate a beautiful woman but the Beauty has to emanate from a much deeper place for me to truly appreciate it. The most beutiful women I have met have become more beautiful with each word they have spoken. We need to stop emphasizing the physical when we raise our children, we will then raise up a generation of truly beautiful people.
Categories:
raise up, people, social, beautiful, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Death called at my front door
last night but no one was home.
I might’ve invited him in but before
ask for whom the doorbell tolls
lest it was me he was looking for
Was time up on my alarm clock
or was my living end a false alarm?
Last night I forgot to fasten the lock
but duh, he has a skeleton key
and I now call on the jabberwock
We met once and it was grim
yet he took someone else that day.
But I was sure my chances were slim
for there hung a dead silence
as he looked at me and I at him
Death called by again today
but I was in the karzi without a care.
Didn’t stay long the old prick but hey
when you gotta go you gotta go
and I know he’ll be back one day
Should he return tomorrow
I’ll ask “so what took you so long?
I’ve been expecting you, you know”.
For years I've seen the spectre
and have walked in your shadow
I won’t bargain with a**holes
or fear the dead or man in black.
He is Death and come for my soul
and I become my seal of fate
for he is the destroyer of worlds
O’ who do you think you are
that life and time is yours to take.
On my shelf I keep my soul in a jar
so take it all for I am still here
and lucky to have come this far
I’m sure our paths will cross
if he wants to meet up bad enough.
I won’t beg for more time or my loss
so Reaper raise up your scythe
cos I couldn’t give a f**kin’ toss
Written: November 2021
*In memory of a good friend.
Inspired by a poem from NZ poet,
Sam Hunt, called Death Called By.
Note: Jabberwock or jabberwocky
is a reference only my mate
would understand. RIP C.B.
Categories:
raise up, death, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Can I hide in your eyes
smile in your heart
drown in your sorrows?
Can I flee in your hair
kiss your scared shoulders
crawl in your bed?
My darling, relax in me
come to my comfort
walk in my dreams.
Play with my longing
find me in darkness
bring me to light
Let us be here forever
hide here together
slowly resurface
and face day again.
Lift our heads to the sunlight
smile to the future.
Drown in my eyes
walk in my dreams.
Raise up together
in triumph resurface
And finally live
And finally live
***
October 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
raise up, longing, love, men,
Form:
Free verse
I stand tall on the windy mountain side.
Look down on mankind’s world
And snort in depreciated disgust.
Let death embrace me in its jugged jaws.
I'm not afraid, just tired.
This flagella of torrid life,
The gross garbage of man’s past,
The insignificance of the insecure future.
Time has no meaning.
A hallucinogenic rhythm
Of the quintessence of nothing.
Bring on the rumbling war drums,
Raise up the sharp guillotine's blade,
Let the cacophony begin,
Let me dance to no rhythm
Of preconceived dreams.
For since the beginning of time
When humans invented drawings
Of men killing men, and sang
Songs resonating of rape and lust,
Of slander, conquests and plunder.
The day will come when we must
Give an account of our misdeeds.
We turn our backs on good and evil,
We just don’t really care what happens
To unfortunate beings, our neighbors.
The writing is on the wall.
The seer chants: the end is near.
Yet something in me stirs.
I refuse to let go. For look
Not far away on this cold mountain
Is a rainbow, way up high,
As bluebirds happily fly on the other side
Of the shimmering bewitching hues,
A consequence of a prism of raindrops.
One day, all our dreams become reality.
Hope reigns again and all dreams come true.
Categories:
raise up, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.
Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.
Blackbirds scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind.
How cleverly they remember your namesake whims.
First walking stick, unbridled from bark, boggled the mind.
Pet rocks, pop rocks and chia pets - purchased on whim.
The scent of lilac, honeysuckle and a thunderstorm,
Fresh dirt, the taste of mud pie, every childhood whim.
Butterflies flocking, shepherded by an animated sun.
Symmetry of wings, color wash flutters whimsically.
Now the visionary dives into a wide berth of gospel hymns.
Her desire’s to raise up the Springtime, praising at whim.
2/13/2022
Categories:
raise up, imagery, spring,
Form:
Ghazal
I spit fire from my lungs,
None can extinguish my flame,
The Ink I write with bleeds into their brains.
They wish they could raise up and stand as high as me,
I am filled with effervescence, touching places they can only dream.
I am absent, flawless, more perfect than they'll ever be!
Gaze into my emerald eyes, fall in love with me.
I dance with Gypsy magic stealing the souls of men,
These other fools, Ha! They see my trap and fall right in!
Can you refuse the beauty of a red haired Saint,
I'll beguile you before you recognize my war paint.
Silk white skin taunt across ample breasts,
Poison like Ruby lips that whisper dreams of a naked caress.
I hold all the powers, the gift of a seductress,
Worship me baby and I'll show you I'm the best,
I deserve to be a Queen or a Goddess, the rest are just worthless.
Categories:
raise up, fantasy, slam,
Form:
Free verse
A SOILDERS THOUGHTS
I cannot sleep tonight
rarely can I sleep in the day
My grip is tight and my eyes alert
so you can have a safe place to lay;
There are eyes that watch my every move
eyes of fiery red
Hoping to catch me slip an inch
hoping to see me dead;
From door to door I knock real hard
hoping that they will let let me in
My life in constant danger
as I search for these ruthless men;
Everyone speaks the same
for it's I who's in a foreign land
The only difference between right and wrong
is when they raise up their evil hand;
I realize that I am not on vacation
as I stare deep into their mirror
I realize that I have a job to do
And that is to fight against this terror....
Categories:
raise up, appreciation, dedication, evil, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Half eaten hearts
pump on three surviving parts,
Loyalty, Lust, and Longing,
thump thump thump,
I was your secret crush
you were my finest rush,
put Poetry in my veins like victory ongoing,
placed your loneliness in a casket of flames,
our language so lustful, demolishing civilized chains,
touching so trustful that asking permission would be aweful,
team work more natural than rhythm to rhyme, a new breed of Angel,
clutching uncharted romance rough & rude we jump,
Strange how we sew, rip and stich the fabric of our worlds,
I can see your constellation in my dreams Luv,
a glimmer for every kiss you clamped on my confident lips,
I told you that my love can be the richest food on earth,
I understand now, that your love is stronger than diamonds,
I already miss you more than my heart can count,
my tears do not fall, suspended in the lock of a love saga,
Lets split the loot babe,
parchments & prizes of Love's plunder we'll divide fairly,
raise up anchors from Passion's Port,
slap and smother each other one more time,
blow on pearls together,
throwing them in this tempestuous sea for Luck,
breathing honest devotion in your ear,
whenever you need me I'll be there,
flag flying fast to you, cannons cursing for your care,
your final stare, the softest I've ever seen -
J.A.B.
Categories:
raise up, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
The blue mood of silence, is there on the screen
Not a whisper, no dialogue, just a hum that is found
A celluloid reel, spinning backwards in time
while flickering shadows, has hushed all the stars
that watch through a curtain, while marking the years
The soft ocean breezes are catching your hair.
It frolics, embracing the blue dress you wear
You are running barefoot along the incoming tide
The beach is as smooth as the silk of your skin
You are flying a kite in the swift summer sky
You raise up your arm, and are waving at me
A smile on your mouth, and a star in your eyes
I can almost hear whispers, that come from afar
shattering silence, without any sound
The joy of it falls through the long winter years....
In voiceless, vague memory, to rest on my ears
I follow along...as I'm watching you play
Your lips ever moving....what is it you say?
I find myself reaching... still, wanting to catch
to set a small trap...and reach into the past
I can't hear the chords,....nor the score to your song
Or music I long for.....that is kept by the stars
But, here in the heart of this moment, I grasp
Like the kite reaching higher....while piercing the sky
Weaving a magic...where joy never dies
I watch how you hold to that kite in the sky...
and cross over the threshold....no questions to ask...
You've thrown a last kiss.....that I reach out to catch
And for a moment together, .... we are touching the stars....
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Categories:
raise up, family, heart, joy, mother,
Form:
Narrative
Cry Mama! Cry!
Let your tears clense this barren land.
Let them wash the depravity envaded
Taste the honey and see the blood full of sorrow.
Painting there, a masterpiece of an apocalypse
'Clink, clank' went the sound and the orchestra pitch
was the screaming of their slaughtered daughters.
A symphony orchestrated by greed
They, all the spectators, listen to their amusement
Like a carousel, there was no ending to this music
Love was a scar bore by many soldiers
as a tale of their foolish days
A journey imposed by the old world
Please Mama, your tears are needed
Cry, clear away the segmented pathways and free your children
Let your river flow,
Cry for us salvation
Raise up your faces please and see this beauty,
the hope of hoping,
the faith of healing,
A new paradise luscious in its virtue
And now,
Now mama,
the only symphony is the chorus of the hummingbirds,
the pitch of the gurgling streams,
Amen
Tears of hope, a new beginning, the tender shoots of possibility.
Now i see morning from noon, clear skies once more
and to this I greet you with many tender kisses...
Good morning
Categories:
raise up, change, humanity, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
The weatherman is trying hard to find
Another way to say rain is forecast.
He knows we hate him when he must remind
That we should be prepared for rain to last.
Two weeks ago we thought spring had arrived
And stored our bulky sweaters all away,
So eager were we to welcome in spring.
Enchantment was short lived.
I’ll find a happy way to spend my day,
Into my house the sunshine I shall bring.
This day is mine to do with as I please.
I’ll not fill these hours with idle fretting.
My cozy house envelops me with ease,
Time a gem within a simple setting,
To be used entirely for my pleasure.
Without guilt I raise up the thermostat
To the degree that meets my comfort zone.
And for extra measure
Treat myself to cup of hot chocolate,
Preparing for a pleasant day alone.
I mute the phone that no one shall intrude
Upon these precious moments, once unknown.
It has been many years since my young brood,
Took so much time, I had none of my own.
I pluck an unread book from off the shelf
And settle down to plan a magic hour
I revel in the novel feeling of
A relaxed, unrushed self.
Behind my ear I place a perfect flower
And pour a second cup of drink I love.
Categories:
raise up, happiness, house, rain, day,
Form:
Ode
Please learn to listen, it took me years
to calm my mind and open my ears.
Make time for reflection, gaze often and deep,
the truth is elusive but the journey is sweet.
Focus your love inward, raise up your heart
The love of yourself is where you must start.
Put your roots in the ground, just like a tree,
Grow up to be strong, independent and free.
Redeem all this strength, become selfless and please
learn to be humble and to stand on your knees.
In patience and virtue, you’ll find what you need,
the joy is in giving, the best way to receive.
Into this life, a great purpose will build
and open the path to a life that is fulfilled.
With spiritual joy, there’s no limit or price,
It comes with the love of a father’s advice.
Categories:
raise up, children,
Form:
Couplet
Arrows of anger pierce my heart with their hate...one spark on the tip sets a nuclear blaze
Lost in a homicidal haze I'm looking for love
I'm surrounded by ravens...Where are the doves?
Now I twist and I turn
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger my need is like Nero
I turn into a hellion and I used to be a hero
Halos turn into horns
Sweet love turns to sour scorn
Decaying in the darkness...blasphemous babies get born
With silent invisible needles and threads...sowing and reaping my soul into death
My blood starts to boil as I kick in the door
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
Shooting arrows of anger the poison's too strong
Distorting what's right and deluting what's wrong
Satan sings his sad songs for junkies forced to listen
With his thousand string fiddles he enslaves and enlists them
Doing his bidding...running riot through Rome
Forging into forever now I'm gone like a ghost
Can't see the fire in this sea of smoke
I'm playing the fool...as you fiddle I burn
God raise up the shield for a day of defense...
shooting their arrows they just won't relent
Time to repent as they ruthlessly attack...for devils and demons there's no turning back
Lord take it back I don't want it anymore
Even the score and make the tide soon turn
Cause the devil's a fool...as You fiddle he burns
Categories:
raise up, faithanger, , sweet love,
Form:
Rhyme
no greater love can ever live
nothing can equal what i give
no single act of love is the reason why
many were the sacrifices i gave I
by no means ephemeral
the tears i have cried
my youth and beauty i had to give up
the fun the parties that kind of stuff
each day i suffered a little while
all for the sake of a healthy child
they call it labor when a child is born
for something that really goes on and on
there is nothing in this world
that i wouldn't do
to guard your safety and care for you
to raise up a child in they way
they should go
i begged Heavenly Father
the things i should know
for the day that was coming
the day that you'd go
and there are so many things
that you do not know
they call it labor and indeed it is
but what you don't know is
i'm in labor everyday you live
and though you live
in a separate house
my spirit will live there also
like a little mouse
and though you may live far away
the ghost of me hovers you everyday
Categories:
raise up, mother, day, child, day,
Form:
Bio
I sing praise to the home-maker,
forgotten hero of the world,
whose actions raise up good children,
whether they be a boy or girl.
Whose presence is there to guide us
in a world that can seem half-damned,
who invest more love into us
than a day-care aide even can.
Who have a vested interest in
seeing that we are brought up well,
their children being their life’s work,
the results of this you can tell:
Less instance of mental illness,
less nihilism and despair,
less major social dysfunction
knowing that someone will be there.
They also provide a model
to their children subconsciously,
showing them how to structure their
own futures homes and families.
They give a agree of value to
a child just starting in life,
to know they’re so important that
another will freely sacrifice.
They teach those kids to realize,
that in a world so harsh and tough,
their existence isn’t nothing,
they are truly worthy of love.
And I think it should be mentioned
what home-makers do for their spouse,
building the kind of refuge that
reality rarely allows.
Making it so the house is more
then a shelter you happen to own,
making a place for life to happen,
turning board and glass to a home.
So many homes now without,
and the results haven’t been great,
children are depressed and stressed out,
many marriages end in hate.
Millennials not having children,
they never were shown why they should,
too many drugs and school shooters,
wherever we’ve gone, it’s not good.
Using daycare, the latch and key,
too much emphasis on career,
tells our kids they’re second-fiddle,
would be easier if they weren’t here.
Throwing away the cornerstone
of any balanced child’s mind,
demonizing those who stay home
when in truth I think we would find
That all of us would do better
with more stay-at-home parenting,
we should pray for more home-makers,
on their shoulders rest near everything…
Categories:
raise up, appreciation, culture, home, how
Form:
Rhyme